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fool, Tom, thou hast narrowly escaped the honors intended thee-mais allons. Here is another door, there are quadrupeds enough; would that I could find a biped. Now beasts—my dear beasts, do be quiet for a moment, and I shall sing you a song to amuse you, changing the time as often as expedient. But wait awhile, I tried (Peel) peal on the front door; now let me try re-peal on the back.”
So saying, Mr. Smith commenced such a rat-tat-too on the door, chorussed by the Tail, as to bring a woman evidently fresh from the wash-tub to answer it. From her he learned that the Count, with his lady, and all their domestics, had started on a journey at six in the morning, where, she could not tell, nor could she tell when they might return. In fact, the whole information he obtained was, that the birds were flown, so he had nothing for it but to return. “Now, gentlemen,” said he to the dogs, “noble followers, of a still nobler leader ! en avant: if it be your pleasure to escort me to the gates, I shall procure you all that canine nature could desire ; you shall all be great in Dogland. Listen to me, and credit me as I sing
Dogland shall be-
First flower of the sea. We regret to say that the canine defendants of Falkenbrun were not lured by our English Orpheus far from the house, but one by one they slunk away, and by the time he had reached the gate, he found himself deserted by all.
On this occasion he did not give himself the trouble of climbing the gate, but dashed the lock to shivers with a fierce blow of his iron-shod leg, and then marched off with the same innocent air as if he had only cracked a gingerbread cake, and returned to his hotel.
As he came up, Howard and Forrester were just setting out, equipped as pedestrians, for Switzerland, and having told them of his ill success, he thanked them heartily and warmly, for the kindness and assistance they had rendered him, and bade them adieu, with many hopes of meeting them again—a wish which was fully responded to by the young men, who were highly amused by the proceedings of their eccentric acquaintance.
Our travellers, after leaving Salzburg, had proceeded, without much regard to roads, in the direction of the Via Mala, when the rencontre with the Countess in her distress arrested them, and put an end to their intentions for the present.
When the Count was sufficiently recovered to be able to sit up in bed, being now fully aware of the extent of obligation which he owed to the travellers, a change seemed to come over the whole spirit of the man : the asperity with which he had talked and thought of England and the English, seemed to wear away, and at length, yielding to the repeated and pressing importunities, both of his wife and of those who had proved themselves friends in need, he consented to relate the history of his life, which he did in nearly the following words.
".....i a wondrous tale to list
Here lies a famous mineralogist.
Now, laying seige to some old limestone wall,
" Who in a world where all is bought and sold,
Minds a man's worth-except his worth in gold?
“ You, my kind friend, to whom I am indebted for rescue from a sudden and horrible death, and who have thus obtained for me a little breathing time before I am engulphed in the unknown future, are, I feel conscious, labouring in vain. Man cannot save me, and I fear
God will not. This dreadful thought, more even than the gratitude I owe to you, your friend, and to my true and faithful wife, who is equally ignorant with you as to the real details of my life, has given me courage to avow every thing. I shall make no concealment, not even to rescue me from your hatred.
I have been a deceiver all my life—nay, so far has deception been carried by me, that my success in duping others has often duped myself, so that it has often required a strong effort of mind to burst the meshes of the intricate speculations I have formed, and free myself from the hallucinations I have contrived for others.
Start not, and judge me not harshly, till you have heard my tale. You have found me now surrounded with wealth, elevated by rank, and held in general esteem for the possession of talent, generally allowed to be above mediocrity: married into one of the noblest houses in the land : the envied of all about me. What am I now ? a miserable object ! even should life be spared, a cripple! I know that, before I shall have concluded, you will despise me, but I can join you in your contempt; I despise myself, and I hate almost all others.
The Graf Von Eisenberg, Lord of five chateaux and three villages, was born in a shingled cabin, in the outskirts of Leipsic, of parents so wretchedly poor, that animal food was unknown within its mud walls for the fourteen years that he inhabited it, and a peasant's blouse and clouted shoes were the best attire he could boast.
Having said so much of my lowly origin, I may add, that there never existed a more improbable case for the acquisition of wealth or fame than mine. Toil, toil, incessant toil, was the grinding companion of my earlier years, and its intervals were filled by the national obligation of attending the district school. I was not fond of learning ; but it was better than labouring : so, to avoid the latter, I applied with considerable assiduity to the former, and made such progress, that I was recommended to the bounty of the Elector as deserving of a free university education.
I have always entertained doubts whether this benefit was owing to my cleverness in my studies, or to my adroitness in obtaining the favour of the master's wife, by regularly conveying to her a certain portion of Eau de vie, or some other heart-cheering cordial, which the good lady was denied the use of by her husband, but which, through my means, she was enabled secretly to enjoy. Transferred to the University, I now commenced my studies in earnest, and the first of them was—“ That noblest study of mankind-man,”—viz., in the characters of all the heads of the University, from the really learned, though somewhat inflated Rector Magnificus Von Hornblenderlande, a most distinguished geologist, to Herr Sobieski Pöble, the little Professor of French and Polish literature, whom it seemed to be the fashion for every body to despise.
En passant, I may make the remark from my worldly experience, that two such characters as these